From the sweetness of last chapter's wedding to the delicious sourness of this chapter's lemon. Sex, bondage, plants (sort of). You have been warned. Enjoy!


The floor of the bedroom was scattered with more rose petals, and aside from a wardrobe and chest of drawers made from gleaming chestnut wood, there was very little furniture besides the bed. The bed...it was a huge four-poster, hung with a canopy and curtains of cream silk that floated in the light breeze coming through the open window. Spread across the quilt was another enormous bouquet of flowers, filling the room with perfume. More lanterns hanging from the ceiling and walls showered them in soft golden light.

Ivy set Eve down, then with a wave of her free hand gestured to the bouquet. The flowers burst from their wrapping and slithered off the bed towards her, where they clambered up her legs and wrapped themselves around her body, carefully pulling off her own dress as they did so until she was clothed only in flowers. She turned Eve to face her, placing an arm around her waist and kissing her fiercely. She curled her fingers into Eve's hair and tilted her head to one side, pressing her lips to the hollow of her throat, once again taking the skin between her teeth to leave a mark on her new wife. Eve melted in her arms with another pleasurable moan, and Ivy leaned her back so she was almost lying down, the helpless fairytale maiden at the mercy of a creature more powerful than herself.

The difference was that Eve was entirely happy to submit. Ivy laid her down on the soft bed, where she crawled over her body and looked down at her. Her skin had returned to its natural green, glowing in the lamplight, and there was something in her eyes that Eve remembered seeing when Ivy had been on the edge of herself, when her instincts had kicked in or when she'd been bringing herself out of the Green. It was fierce, wild, almost hungry, but Eve wasn't scared in the least. When she felt a knee nudging its way between her thighs she obligingly spread her legs wider, then arched her back as Ivy slipped her hand behind her neck and pulled her carefully into another intense kiss.

It was only when she felt something wrapping around her arms that her eyes flew open wide and she tried to sit up. That feeling had suddenly brought back things she'd rather forget - a chair, a dark lab, a gun. She pushed herself up and sat near the edge of the bed, breathing hard, one hand flying to rest over the prominent scar on her chest.

"What is it?" Ivy asked, immediately alert and concerned.

"I just...the plants…on me..." Eve said, wondering how to articulate her thoughts.

Comprehension dawned on Ivy's face. "We don't have to do it like that, love."

Eve shook her head quickly. "No, I want to. I like it like that, and I can't let him take this away from me too. I mean, it's us, it's you. I shouldn't have a problem with this…" Frustrated, she flopped back down onto the bed and ran her hands through her hair.

Slowly, Ivy lay down beside her, taking hold of her hand. "What is the problem?" she asked softly.

"The last time I was...restrained, it was by him. I know it was nothing like this, but I can't shake that feeling, that association. It's wrong, and it's not you, it's nothing you've done, I mean I just told you how much I love you and trust you, it's just me being stupid and ruining it all-"

"Hey." Ivy placed her finger gently over Eve's lips. "Don't torture yourself, my love. You know it's only been a few months since that all happened, you're bound to still think about it from time to time, usually an inconvenient times too. The important thing is, and you've said it yourself, that was nothinglike this." She rolled over and cupped Eve's face in one hand, gazing into her eyes. "I will never hurt you, not here and now, not ever. All I want to do is make you happy, and make you feel pleasure. Evelyn, you are my wife, you are everything I want, and when you're with me...you are safe." She kissed her, softly and sweetly, lingeringly, so their lips were still touching even after the kiss was over. As her hair fell down over her shoulders, hiding them away in a world of their own, she raised her eyebrows in a silent question.

Do you want to?

Eve swallowed, unable to break the eye contact. She felt her heart beating reassuredly in her chest, reminding her that she was still here, that she hadn't been broken by what Mortimer had done to her. She was loved, always loved, and the woman leaning over her now was the only person in the world that she truly believed would never hurt her.

Yes.

Without speaking, Ivy swung her leg over so she was straddling Eve again, their hips together, heat blossoming between them. She laced Eve's fingers with hers and lifted her arms above her head, pinning them against the pillows, then leaned down to whisper in her ear. Eve felt her cool breath on her skin, and shivered.

"We can go slow," Ivy murmured, "you can tell me what you want."

"You know what I want," Eve whispered back, her breath hitching in her throat as she shifted her hips and subconsciously pressed harder against her wife. "I trust you."

Ivy grinned at her, then her eyes narrowed slightly, and Eve wondered what she'd just let herself in for. She released her hands and lifted her up off the mattress, and Eve felt thick stems wrapping themselves around her wrists again but this time she relaxed into their touch, only moving slightly so she could get comfortable as they bound her arms and kept them behind her back. Having her arms so close together meant her breasts were pushed over the top of the corset, and Ivy wasted no time in removing the offending garment, pressing her lips possessively to the point where Eve's cleavage began. "You're mine, aren't you?" she murmured over her lover's skin, then planted a delicate kiss against the scar on her chest.

"Always…" Eve moaned, arching into Ivy's touch.

Ivy purred in approval. "My Evelyn. My wife. You're so beautiful…" She kissed her way down Eve's body, then proceeded to gently run her tongue up and down the inside of her thigh, while her other hand pulled off the pretty little panties - the garter and stockings stayed. She liked those.

Holding Eve's thighs apart firmly, Ivy slowly dipped her tongue between her legs and relished how such a simple thing could make her wife moan her name so loudly and pleasurably. She did it again, licking, stroking, teasing, each small motion causing Eve to shudder and writhe against her bonds.

"Pamela...please, I need…" Eve was finding it increasingly difficult to articulate her thoughts, and wasn't helped when Ivy hooked her legs over her shoulders and buried her face deeper between them, making Eve cry out. She twisted beneath Ivy's talented hands and tongue, feeling over-sensitised with every nerve on fire, the heat rising in the air around them. Otherwise distracted, she barely noticed when the plants freed her arms until she realised she was suddenly arranged spreadeagle on the bed, her arms tied to the posts while more vines wrapped around her ankles and anchored her legs apart, leaving both Ivy's hands free. Eve gave a token struggle, but it was more to increase her own arousal rather than actually try to free herself.

Ivy made her way back up the bed and kissed Eve suddenly, fiercely. Eve could taste herself on Ivy's lips and tongue, and she felt herself growing even more aroused as a result. She realised with dismay that Ivy was no longer doing anything other than kissing her, and she opened her mouth to beg and plead but was quickly silenced by Ivy's strong fingers pressing down over her lips.

"All I want to hear from you," Ivy said in a low voice, "are the sounds I make you make." To emphasise her point, she took Eve's right breast in her free hand and squeezed, toying with the nipple between her fingers, making Eve moan. Eve bucked her hips, trying to indicate what she wanted without being able to speak, and Ivy smirked at her. "Oh, poor baby, do you want more? Do you want me to touch you?"

Eve nodded frantically, twisting her hips this way and that in frustration. Ivy trailed her fingers down her body until they reached where Eve wanted them most, but all they did was trail along her skin. She groaned against Ivy's hand, and when Ivy took the gag away to torture her wife some more, Eve kept up a low, desperate mantra of "please...please…"

Ivy raised her eyebrows, then sat back, kneeling on the bed and watching Eve's expressive, pleading face. She waved her hand through the air.

The plants released Eve's arms and legs, and she let out an involuntary squeal as they flipped over onto her front. They grabbed her ankles and tied them to the posts near the foot of the bed, while others grabbed her wrists again and wound themselves around the same posts, pulling Eve's arms backwards and forcing her up onto her knees. Before she had a chance to turn her head, she felt Ivy's body pressing against her from behind, her soft breasts against her back and her knee nudging her thighs apart once more. Ivy's hand appeared just on the edge of her field of vision, paused in midair. "Do you trust me?" she asked again.

Eve nodded frantically. "With my life." Seconds later, she felt a lone vine winding itself loosely around her throat and into her hair, before it wriggled its way into her gasping mouth and settled between her teeth, pressing her tongue down. Her eyes widened - Ivy hadn't gagged her like this for a while. She wondered what Ivy had planned, and how loud she expected her reaction to be. The vine was holding her head in place, so she could only wait in mute anticipation.

Another, smaller vine started to snake down Ivy's arm and wrapped itself around Eve's eyes, plunging her into darkness. With no senses to rely on but touch, hearing, and smell, she began to gain a new appreciation for what was happening; the firm but gentle caress of the plants against her skin, the slight rustle of fabric as Ivy shifted position behind her, the heavy scent of pollen and arousal drenching the air. The vines holding her wrists lengthened slightly, causing her to lean forwards while her legs were drawn further apart by the second set of vines. She felt very wanton, as if she were displaying herself for her wife's benefit. Her breath hitched around the plant in her mouth, and she waited.

Ivy's hands began exploring her body, coasting over her skin, caressing and pressing here and there in the spots she knew would make Eve moan. Her nipples were caught and pinched between strong fingers, then twisted and toyed with until they stood erect, tingling with sensitivity. Eve felt the heat and wetness growing between her legs, beginning to run down her thighs. Ivy's hands travelled lower, circling her hips then moving down, down, until finally they slid between her legs and began to stroke her clit, teasing the slick folds of her pussy. A groan of relief escaped Eve's gagged mouth involuntarily, and she found herself pressing her hips back against Ivy's, silently begging for more contact.

Ivy obliged, sliding first one then two fingers deep inside Eve and thrusting them in and out in a slow, torturous rhythm. As she picked up speed, adding a third finger, Eve began to pant and moan in time with each thrust. Her whole body felt hot, stimulated, like an infinitesimal electrical current was flowing through her. She felt Ivy's arm round her waist, holding her close so they were moving together as Ivy worked to bring her to her peak.

"You're mine," Ivy whispered in her ear, "all mine, Evelyn...I can make you feel good, so good, just imagine...I can make you feel like this whenever you want, because I know exactly" - she crooked her fingers inside Eve, making her shudder and groan - "what you like…" One final time, she bit down on Eve's shoulder, and it turned out that was all that was needed to send her over the edge.

Eve's muffled moans and sighs transformed into a near-scream as they reached a crescendo and she arched her back, straining against her bonds as she was brought to a shuddering, intense climax, Ivy moving with her. When it was over, her body sagged forwards, spent, and Ivy silently called off the plants while lowering her back down onto the bed. They curled up together happily, legs entwined, and Eve's eyelids fluttered closed. Very gently, Ivy picked up her arms and began to massage the pink marks on her wrists where the vines had held her.

After a few minutes Eve rolled over and wrapped her arms around her new wife. "Thank you," she said sincerely.

Ivy smiled. "You're welcome, my love. It was no problem for me, I assure you."

"It was…" With a sigh of contentment, she kissed Ivy softly on the lips. "You're amazing."

"So are you," Ivy said, and she meant it. She loved how responsive Eve was during sex, how she could become so sensitive and aroused that even the slightest touch in a particular spot could send her reeling, but it was more than that; there was absolute, complete trust, enough that Eve would let herself be completely immobilised and still not feel afraid of what Ivy might do, knowing implicitly that she would never hurt her. It was perhaps one of the many reasons she had fallen for her - she was the perfect partner for Ivy's wilder nature, allowing for her to let go in her own way for a little while.

Eventually, after lying together while the sky outside finally grew dark, Eve got up and stretched, standing on tiptoe then swinging her arms down so her palms were flat on the floor. Ivy remained on the bed, admiring her wife's flexibility. Eve made her way to the bathroom, emerging after a few minutes wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe with her hair loose over her shoulders. "I'm getting a drink," she said. "You want anything?"

Ivy shrugged, then smiled and rose, still clad only in flowers and stems, from the bed. She crossed the room and slid her arms round Eve's waist, pulling her close. "Maybe we could break into that champagne? We've still got a lot of celebrating to do."